February 25, 2013 by chrisbkm
Open water;
where the buckshot-wounded
winter and die.
Humble moon visits.
Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged ducks, ecology, full moon, haiku, hunting, moon, nature, photography, Tao, writing, Zen | 6 Comments
Pierces the heart if one allows it –
Like buckshot perhaps? Thanks Al.
Perfect.
Thanks Michele.
the image is abstract-like. nice! and the haiku releases impermanence…and sadness. nicely written, Chris.
Thanks Virgilio.
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Pierces the heart if one allows it –
Like buckshot perhaps? Thanks Al.
Perfect.
Thanks Michele.
the image is abstract-like. nice! and the haiku releases impermanence…and sadness. nicely written, Chris.
Thanks Virgilio.